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man - 18 jaar, Haelen, Nederland
Blog 50
tralalalalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah my fucking little blackbook
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rebelchild oftewel ik...
never gonna fall
always stand foot
and battle against it all
smoking and drinking to the downfall
this is the way i live
being at the headbangersball
i burn
hell yeah
now it's your turn... -
angels
my love for you are a mourning heart full of sorrow...
know that the angels for you will cry and silver tears will roll from their cheeks...
you lost light in this cold and lonely darkness but know this...
an angel will guide you, put his wings around you and protect you...
now sleep little one sleep with the angels...
and dream that time will tell... -
a poem...
light from the pale marble at the high and deeming sky...
a falling star, a sign that one did die...
from the shores weeping and a song goodbye...
to the one who left to the realm of night and eerieness...
i made her up in an autumndress...
as a last farewell i kissed her head and gave her a bless...
as she now passed on i felt a feeling in my heart...
in my mind she lingers in my heart she burns as she silently like laudunum tore me apart...
she knows the chambers of the soul and remains their as a shard...
never letting go but still as soft as silk a reminder to the past a flower wich died over time...
now in darkest night under marble moon making up for her a rhime...
and now sitting in the field near the clovers under moon and star...
thinking of the past thinking of her and hoe she left left me a scar...
as she lingers within me the laudunum she is becomes stronger like the brightest star...
i cannot leave the pool of sweet venomnous laudunum she is still with in me eating me out tainting soul and heart, tearing me apart...
and as i lay now to the shore with her beside me as she turns into a ghost of my formerself seeing through her eyes the storm wich is me i finally have my rest and peacefully i draw a card a card of death as i fall to the sea and to the wind flows the card...
now i and she are torn apart... -
when the past becomes present
i was sleeping.
dreaming
i was weeping.
feeling
i cannot get away from you...
when a part of you is gone
another part comes to me -
Wacken 2008
Allrighty ladies en gent's...today i'm going to wacken 08 ^^
line up is perfect...excisting out of nightwish, children of bodom, gorgorth, killswitch engage, leave's eyes, sonata arctica, iron maiden, alestorm, and many many more...so uhm when i'm back i don't have a neck left xD i think about returning with my head under my arm back =p
cya and i'll bang for you guys -
thoughts gone wild
as again my thoughts went on sinking further and further giving me new discussions with myself...
how somethings resemble the human soul...
like quiksand if you get into it you go further and further in it and getting stuck...
if one does this with his mind he will sink further and further in his own little world
a pool wich nobody can enter or leave...but if one is happy in this i think you should let him be happy
though disconnected from this world and society he lives for his own morals and standards in his own world so this person is an individual... -
gedachten gang uitgesproken very interresting
hmmm...when thoughts reach out to the stars and moon shining as bright and giving light in a dark place...why can't there be light on the other side of the moon or stars ? if really thought about it you see a view of yourself...everyone has his dark sides...so one walks a path divided into ? hmmm interresting...one in the light shining bright to one another...and the other side hidden in the fog and shadows of our deepest dwellings and inner soul... very very interresting...what would the effect be when released ? hehehe...would some be malicous and it will turn into a mirroring of your evil side? but but my dearest if one another would do that wouldn't this mean that his evil side takes over because as known a black heart is tempting...having the sweet thoughts of seeing enemies bleed over aeons...and let your deepest and darkest fantasies out hmmm very interresting turning point...that would be that good will be supressed by evil...perhaps peoples fear of the dark fear of the dark in them selves...hehehehe
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achter de draak aan jagen -
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